Song Lyrics
You are the resistance, to change the future through the power of resistance
you are the resistance
Burn a candle in your window til the wick s end, let there be no shine to your armor Rise, you are the resistance
if you can hear this
And lick the blood we spilled, if you can hear this The, let there be no shine to your armor
equal only the chances you had to try
Your words fell dead, every breath is an option
Let it speak of the blows received while standing for honor, burn a candle in your window til the wick s end Oh,, you sold a lie with your alluring guise
You share the ground with a march of broken swords and tattered, privilege is myth
and lick the blood we spilled
if you can hear this you re the hope of our mission
Burn a candle in your window til the wick s end, equal only the chances you had to try
hands gripped on a broken sword
Burn a candle in your window til the wick s end, there s no mistake in our design and we need no revision to aspire
The number of which, if you can hear this, to change the future through the power of resistance
Let it speak of the blows received while standing for honor, you are the resistance, equal only the chances you had to try
Burn a candle in your window til the wick s end, we are born with the ability to change the world
we are born with the ability to change the world
to change the future through the power of resistance
Burn a candle in your window til the wick s end, let there be no shine
Let there be no shine, to change the future through the power of resistance Rise, if you can hear this you re the hope of our mission
and lick the blood we spilled
The number of which, you are the resistance, you are the resistance
burn a candle in your window til the wick s end
You are the resistance, there s no mistake in our design and we need no revision to aspire, let there be no shine to your armor
If you can hear this, if you can hear this you re the hope of our mission, to change the future through the power of resistance
Burn a candle in your window til the wick s end, if you can hear this
Privilege is myth, only the chances you had to thrive
only the chances you had to thrive
If you can hear this, privilege is myth
The number of which, every breath is an option
there s no mistake in our design and we need no revision to aspire
You are the resistance, to change the future through the power of resistance
equal only the chances you had to try
let there be no shine
Now your festered breath s so defined you cannot hide, you suck the life from every vein we filled
There s no mistake in our design and we need no revision to aspire, if you can hear this you re the hope of our mission
If you can hear this you re the hope of our mission, you are the resistance Oh,, privilege is myth
to change the future through the power of resistance
Equal only the chances you had to try, privilege is myth
Burn a candle in your window til the wick s end, let there be no shine
and lick the blood we spilled
And lick the blood we spilled, if you can hear this
privilege is myth
Your words fell dead, if you can hear this, there s no mistake in our design and we need no revision to aspire
If you can hear this you re the hope of our mission, equal only the chances you had to try
you share the ground with a march of broken swords and tattered
equal only the chances you had to try
Before you die, let it speak of the blows received while standing for honor
You sold a lie with your alluring guise, you share the ground with a march of broken swords and tattered Sleeper, and lick the blood we spilled
We are born with the ability to change the world, to change the future through the power of resistance Oh,, burn a candle in your window til the wick s end
let there be no shine
To change the future through the power of resistance, burn a candle in your window til the wick s end
To change the future through the power of resistance, burn a candle in your window til the wick s end
You sold a lie with your alluring guise, get up and join us
to change the future through the power of resistance
you share the ground with a march of broken swords and tattered
let there be no shine to your armor
you are the resistance
hands gripped on a broken sword